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THE WEEKLY CHRONICLE.
VOL 1.-NO 30.1
SOME GEORGIA HAPPENINGS
Paragraphs Carefully Culled
by Our Office Shears.
Darien will be about the only place in
Mclntosh county where liquor can be
sold next year.
The 40,000 mark was reached at the
Eatonton canning factory last week, and
more cans have been ordered.
The old court house of Dooly county
was sold Monday for $25. It must be
moved within twenty days. P. G. Mc-
Donal was the purchase, r
A farmer sold a bale of cotton the
other day in Dawson at 4j cents which
he was offered 9 cents for last fall. The
cotton was of as poor quality as it well
could be.
The police of Brunswick made a
“pull” Thursday morning of four negro
boys, in whose custody were found vari
ous articles, such as clothing, knives, a
pistol, etc., that have since been identi
fied as the property of various merchants
of the city.
W. J. McDonald, living a few miles
from Boston, is 64 years old and has
never lived outside of Thomas county,
or more than eight miles from his birth
place. He owns a horse that is 9 years
old, and was never twenty-five miles
from where it was foaled.
Lawson Floyd, of Quincy, Fla., will
establish a warehouse at Attapulgus.
Decatur county, where he will buy to
bacco, but will not manipulate it at that
point, merely buying it and putting it
in boxes, then he will haul it to Quincy
to prepare it for market.
A colored man named Devine was
killed by lightning Friday morning at
Bogers, Burke county, at the gin house
of W. O. Wadley, who was in the gin
house at the time and was standing with
in ten feet of the negro when he was
struck. This is the second negro killed
on Mr, Wadley’s place within the past
few days.
An Athens Ledger reporter was pre
sented w’ith a cigar by Dr. Kinnebrew of
the firm of Palmer & Kinnebrew that
was made in 1863. This cigar was made
by Col. Arnold, of Wilkes county. It
tasted a little like confederacy, but it
did not come up with the present
brands, The reporter smoked it, and it
brought back recollections of the hard
times during the four years’ struggle.
Crawfordville Democrat: From the
present outlook we are forced to believe
that there will be a little above the av
erage crop of corn grown in this county.
But it is hard for any one to come to a
definite conclusion as to the amount of
cotton that will be produced. It de
pends largely upon the seasons, and if
there is an early frost we can not possi
bly expect more than half of an average
cotton crop.
The catterpillars are in Oglethorpe
county and much fear is entertained that
they will ruin the cotton crop. L. F.
Edwards, one of Oglethorpe’s biggest
planters, says that they have totally de
stroyed four acres of millet for him. He
says he is ditching against them, and is
trying to keep them off his cotton. If
they get on the cotton this early in the
season, he says, they will ruin the crop
entirely. The catterpillars are in Wilkes
county.
Harry E. Strubring, a small boy aged
12 years, left Macon Wednesday on a
long journey. He is the son of Mrs.
India Strubring of Macon. His father
died a short time ago, and his grand
father, named E. A. Strubring. living in
Griefs wold, Germany, offered to take
the boy and educate him. After so Ae
correspondence the matter was arranged,
and Harry bid farewell to his mother
and started on his long journey. He
does not speak a word of German.
He Planted Melons.
If you could collect together half
a dozen farmers in Georgia who have
realized anything this year by plant
ing watermelons you would have a
splendid attraction for a dime mu
seum.
A farmer not over a thousand
miles from Fort Valley, replying to
statement of his account sent out by
a certain business in this city, writes
as follows:
“I received your statement yester
day. lam very sorry to say that I
don’t see any possible chance for me
to meet it by the time stipulated. I
have no money on hand and can’t
say positively when I will have.
I did this year-, what a great many
did to their sorrow—planted water
melons, with the intention of making
something out of them. I have sent
off the product of fifteen acres, and
have not received one cent for them.
I got returns from a car yesterday
wanting $6 more for freight. Guess
it will be a late day when they get
it, for I think the railroads ought to
be satisfied when they get all. No
more watermelons for me, No, thank
you!”
And thus it is. The expense of till
ing the soil, watching with pride the
tender young vines as they shoot
athwart the grassless rows, hoping,
proudly hoping for the day when he
will receive from the markets returns
that will kelp him pay off his in
debtedness and probably start a nice
little bank account, all, all, money,
labor, care and trouble, all gone for
naught.
Ah, well, it will be a dear experi
ence for more than one, and proba
bly they will not get caught in the
same fix again. We hope not, any
how.—Fort Valley Enterprise.
Cuffy in the Clouds.
Wilmington, N. C., August 22.—A
most remarkable balloon ascension was
made yesterday at Carolina Beach,
a summer resort, fifteen miles south of
Wilmington. Charley Williams, a ne
gro helper to the aeronaut, became en
tangled in the guys to the balloon
just as it was ready for ascension. While
struggling to release himself the balloon
suddenly shot upwards leaving the pro
fessional aeronaut on the ground and
carrying the terrified negro to the height
of 5,000 feet.
The balloon fell a mile away and it
was supposed that Williams had been
killed, but just before reaching the
ground he succeeded in disentangling
himself from the ropes, jumped away
and escaped unhurt.
A Plucky Little Woman,
Galveston, Tex., August 12.—About
1 o’clock this morning, Jennie Anderson,
while lying on her bed reading, was
startled by the appearance of a negro in
her chamber. She demanded what he
wanted, and received no reply. She
snatched a revolver from a bureau drawer
and in handling the weapon, in her ex
citemeni, shot herself through the fleshy
part of the thigh.
A t the sound of the shot the negro
ran and the plucky woman, regardless
of her wound, went after him, firing as
she ran, planting one shot in his arm,
and just as he was passing the house
lodged another near the heart. The ne
gro ran a few yards and dropped. He
died on the way to the hospital. His
name was William Mosely, and he was a
worthless,dissolute negro, whose purpose
on entering the house was to either rob
or outrage the woman.
An Awful Warning.
He didn’t read the papers, for they
hadn’t any news;
At least, they didn’t coincide with his
especial views,
And when he came to town one dav,
with criticism ripe,
He climed to an electric lamp to light
his ancient pipe;
He hadn’t read the papers—but he knew
just what was best:
He simply touched the wires and—the
fluid did the rest.
Happy Hoosiers.
Wm, Timmons, postmaster of Idaville.
Ind. writes: “Electric Bitters has done more
for me than all other medicines combined
for that bad feeling from Kidney and Liver
trouble.” John Leslie, farmer and stock
man. of same place, says: ‘ Find Electric
Bitters to be the best Kidney and Liver
medicine, made me feel like a new man.”
J. W. Gardner, hardware merchant, says:
“Electric Bitters is just the thing for a man
who is all run down and don’t care whether
he lives or dies;” he found new strength,
good appetite and he lives just like he had
a new lease on life. Only 50c. a bottle, at
Dr. J. M. Hatchett’s drugstore.
' Says the Billville Banner: “Things
are getting lively in this region. We have
been turned out of the church because
we couldn't pay for the organ; black
balled in the farmers alliance because we
didn't know bow to manage a mule; ar
rested on suspicion of having collected
$6; put off the top of a freight train be
cause we didn’t have our pass with us and
sued for breach of promise by seven
aged widows. We are growing up with
the town and the town means business!”
The following frank statewent from J. Et
Hare, of Trenton, Texas, will b 3 of interest
to many of bur citizens. . “My little boy
was very bad off for two months with diar
rhoea. We used various medicines, called
in two doctors, but nothing done him any
good until we used Chamberlain’s Colic,
Cholera and diarrhoea Remedy, which gave
immediate relief and soon cured him. I con
sider it the best medicine made and can
conscientiously recommend it- to all who
need a diarrhoea or colic medicine.” For
sale by W. O. Dobbins & Co., druggists.
Evangelist—All who wish to go to
heaven stand up. What! You,young man
there, don’t you want to go to heaven?
Young Man—Aw, I s-a-ay, why should
I? I live in New York, don’t you
know.
FORT GAINES. GEORGIA, FRIDAY AUGUST 2?. 1891.
POPPING THE QUESTION.
A Systematic Method That Will Help the
Bashful Young Man.
Don’t be too sudden about it.
Many a girl has said ‘ no” when she
meant “yes” simply because her
lover didn’t choose the right time
and pop the question gently.
Take a dark night for it. Have
the blinds closed, the curtains down,
and the lamp turned most out. Sit
near enough to her so you can hook
your little finger into hers.
Wait until the conversation begins
to flag and then quietly remark:
“Susie, I want to ask you some
thing.”
She will fidget about a little and
probably reply:
“Yes?”
. After a pause you may add:
“Susie, my actions must have
shown —that is, you must have seen
—I mean you must have been aware
that—”
Pause here for a while, but keep
your little finger firmly locked. She
may cough and try to turn the sub
ject off’ by asking you how you liked
the sermon, but she only does it to
encourage you. After a pause you
can continue:
“I was thinking, as I was coming
up the street to-night, that before I
went away I would ask you —that is,
would broach the subject nearest
my —I mean I would know my ”
Stop again and give her hand a
gentle squeeze. She may make a
move to get away or she may not.
In either case it augurs well for you.
Wait five minutes and then go on:
“The last year has been a very
happy one to me, but I hope that
future years will be still happier.
However, that depends entirely on
you. lam here to-night to know —
that is, to ask you —I am here to
night to hear from your own lips
the one sweet ”
Wait again. It isn’t best to be
too rash about such things. Give
her plenty of time to recover her
composure, and then put your hand
on your heart and continue:
“Yes, I thought as I was coming
here to night how happy I’d been,
and I said to myself that if I only
knew you would consent to be my —
that is, I said if I only knew—if I
was only certain that my heart had
not deceived me and you were ready
to share ”
Hold on—there’s no hurry about
it. Give the wind a chance to sob
and moan outside among the trees.
This will make her lonesome and
call up all the love in her heart.
When she begins to cough and grow
restless you can go on.
“Before I met you this world was
a desert to me. I didn’t take any
pleasure in life, and it didn’t matter
whether the sun shone or not. But
what a change in one short year. It
is for you to say whether my future
shall be a prairie of happiness or one
long and never-ending pathway of
thistles. Speak, dearest Susie, and
say, and say that ”
Give her five minutes more by the
clock and then add:
“That you —that you will be—that
is, that you will —be mine'”
She will heave a sigh, look up at
the clock, and round the room, and
then as she slides her head over
your vest pocket she will whisper:
“Henrv —I will.”
When nature raises tht flag of dis
tress in the shape of sores, ulcers,
pimples and blotches, the signal
should be promptly heeded. As cit
ies threatened with disease are dis
infected so should the human system
be treated. No more powerful or
more successful disinfectant and puri
fier than S. S. S. has ever been dis
covered It has accomblished won
derful results,and there are thousands
of people in this country to day who
regard the proprietors of S. S. 8. as
benefactors What it is already accow
plished it will continue to accomplish
it is already established as a staple
family medicine.
English Spavin Liniment removes all
hard, soft or calloused lumps and biemisnes
from horses, blood spavins, curbs, splints,
sweeney, ring-bone, stifles, sprains, all swol
len throats, eoughs, etc. Save SSO by use of
one bottle. Warranted the most wonderful
blemish cure ever known. Sold by AV. M.
Speight, druggist, Fort Gaines, Ga.
The Danger Signal.
GEORGIA TRAIN ROBBERS.
They Hold up a Central Railroad Express
Train and Escape With 52.000.
There was a bold robbery on the
Central road Thursday night near
Colliers, a small station about thirty
miles from Macon towards Atlanta.
A train due in the city about 10
o’clock reached that station about
half past seven o'clock. Collier is
but away station and passenger
trains do not stop there only to let
off and take on passengers. Thurs
day night a negro woman boarded
the train at Macon and told the con
ductor that she wanted to get off at
Colliers, so when the train reached
there it was stopped, the negro was
allowed to get off, and the train
pulled out again towards Atlanta.
When the little way station had
been left behind about half a mile
Express Messenger J. T. Bynes, of
the Southern Express Company, who
was alone in his car, was disturbed
by the opening of the front door.
He looked up and found himself
“covered” by a large-sized revolyer
in the hands of a man wearing a
black mask.
“Turn over your money,” the un
welcome visitor cried. “Turn over
the money, d—n quick, too.”
Bynes first thought that some of
the train hands were playing a joke
on him, but when two other masked
men followed the first into the car
and shoved their revolvers under his
nose he concluded that it was all a
dread reality.
The first robber reiterated his
command to Bynes to “shell out.’
He was evidently highly excited for
his voice trembled and the hand in
which he held the revolver shook
perceptibly, but the other men were
as cool as Manitoba in December.
It was evident that all three of
them meant business and, to use a
street expression, “were out of
stuff.”
Seeing nothing but death in store
for him if he refused the demands
of the robbers, Bynes unlocked his
strong box. One of the robbers
went through it and abstracted a
number of money packages. One of
the men then pulled the bell cord
and as the speed of the train was
slackened the robbers ran from the
car, jumpped from the forward plat
form and disappeared into the dark
ness.
Byues at once ran back through
the train and notified the conductor.
It was considered useless to attempt
to follow the men then, and the
train came on to Atlanta.
The messenger* at once reported
the robbery to Superintendent Mays,
who took immediate steps to recover
the money and capture the robbers.
He called at the police station and
secured the services of Detectives
Crim and Bedford and securing a
special train started for the scene of
the robbery, accompanied by the of
ficers, Messenger Bynes and City
Agent Owens.
Messenger Bynes was so excited
that he could not accurately describe
the men, but said they were of me
dium height and weight. Their
faces were covered with black
masks.
Bynes is considered one of the
most reliable messengers in the ser
vice and the company attaches no
blame to him.
The robbery was evidently care
fully planned and the negro who
got off at Collier’s was in collusion
with the men.
In their haste the robbers over
looked two packages containing $32,-
000. They only got away with
about $2,000.
They Gambled Hard.
“They may shut down the public
gambling houses, but they can’t stop
gambling, just the same,” said a
well known man about town to a
Chicago Times reporter.
“The gambling instinct is born in
man,” he continued, “and unless
some zealous and inventive official
can devise a means for plucking or
tune’s forelock out by the roots,
why, men will continue to gamble
just in the old, sweet way as long as
the world goes round. Now I was
in a little game the other evening
which possessed more elements of
interest than any one I’ve sat in
years. It began about 10 o’clock in
the evening in the private apart
ments of the junior member of a big
commission firm on the board of
trade. Besides the broker there
were in the game a prominent phy
sician, a big criminal lawyer, a rail
road man and myself.
“It was the old story—a $25 limit
with SSO limit on jack-pots to start
with, and latter on, about three in
the morning, the limit off, a wide
open game for table stakes or collat
eral. Well, it "was an eventful con
test all through. The cards were
running lively, and the physician
was about SI,OOO ahead. The bro
ker was losing, so had the railroad
man. The lawyer was a little to the
good and I was about whole when
it became daylight. ‘Let’s play four
more jack-pots and quit,’ some one
proposed, and we all acceded. The
first three left the physician nearly
$2,000 ahead, the lawyer and myself
a little in the hole. Then the cards
were dealt for the last.
“ ‘Cost a hundred to play,’ senten
tiously remarked the broker.
“ ‘Hundred better,’ said the phy
sician.
“ ‘Out.’
“ ‘Out.’
“ ‘Two cards,’ said the broker.
“Give me a card,’ chimed in the
doctor.
“ ‘Bet you slo,’ said the broker.
“ ‘Two hundred harder,’ from the
medico.
“ ‘Five hundred better.’
“ ‘One thousand better than you.’
“ ‘One thousand harder.”
“ ‘l’ll put my check in if you’ve
no objections.’
“ ‘None. It’s good for any
amount with me.’
“ ‘Two thousand better then.’
“ ‘Let's see,’ said the broker. ‘I
haven’t that amount of cash in the
bank or here. Won’t you split it?’
“ ‘No. I have a pretty good hand.
Can’t you get it?’
“ ‘I can after 9.’
“ ‘All right. We can fix that. My
rules are never to take I O U’s even
from a friend; but I’ll tell you what.
Seal the two hands up in envelopes
and the stakes in a third. We ll go
down and leave them with the clerk
to be put in the safe and only
opened in the presence of three of
this party. Then you raise the stuff
and we’ll all meet at breakfast at 12
sharp in the case, and the ownership
of the pot can be then decided.’
“ ‘Agreed; that’s fair enough.
“Well,” continued the gentleman,
“it was done.” At noon we all met
at breakfast except the railroad man,
who had gone out of town. The
lawyer procured the envelopes, the
broker forked over four crisp SSOO
bills to make good his bet, and I
opened the sealed envelopes. The
doctor’s was first. It contained four
kings and a queen. The broker
nearly jumped out of his seat when
he saw’ it, the doctor grew pale at
his hilarity. The broker’s envelope
w T as opened and contained four aces
and a ten. He paid for the break
fast and the bill wasn’t a light one,
either.”
Consumption Cured.
An old physician, retired from practice,
having had placed in his hands by an East
India missionary the formular of a simple
vegetable remedy for the speedy and per
manent cure of Consumption, Bronchitis,
Catarrh, Asthma and all Throat and Lung
affections, also a positive and radical cure
for Nervous Debility and all Nervous Com
plaints, after Laving tested its wonderful
curative powers'in thousands of cases, has
felt it his duty ro make it known to his
suffering fellows. Actuated by this motive
and a desire to relieve human suffering, I
will send free ©(^charge, to all who desire
it, this recipe, in German, French or Eng
lisg with full directions for preparing and
using. Sent by mail by addressing with
stamp, naming this paper. W. A. Noyes,
820Powers’ Block. Rochester, N. Y.
A Little Girl’s Experience in a
Lightliouse.
Mr. and Mrs. Leron Trescot tare keep
ers of the Gov. lighthouse at Sand Beach,
Mich, and are blessed with a daughter, 4
years old. Last April she was takei*down
with measles, followed with a dreadful
cough a^nd turning into a fever. Doctors
at home and Detroit treated her, but in i
vain, she grew worse rapidly until she was ■
a mere “handful of bones” —then she tried
Dr. King’s New Discovery and after the
use of twa and a half bottlos, was com
pletely cured. They say Dr. Kii g’s New
Discovery is worth its weight in go ,d,yet
vou may get a trial bottle free ac Dr. J.
M. Hatchetts drug store.
1 81.00 A YEAR
OUR WEEKLY BUDGET OF FUN.
Smart Sayings Reproduced to
Drive Away the Blues.
“1 have a weight upon my mind,”
I overheard him say,
“That’s good,” said she, “ ’twill keep
the wind
From blowing it away.”
Jack, what did you do when I refused
you last year?
I became desperate. Why, Nellie,
darling, I actually smoked a whsle’cigar
ette.
O, Jack! And to think I drove you
to it.
Let me see! How many children have
you?
One.
I thought you luul two.
Oh, yes; so I have. I had forgotten
the girl.
Uncle Tom (a philanthropist)—.Just
think. Rose, dear, only five mission*
aries to 24,000 cannibals.
Rose—Goodness, how sad! The poor
cannibals will starve to death. Surely
they could send them a few more, uncle.
What sort of a newspaper plant have
you? asked the eastern man of the wild
western editor.
I have been using a Colt’s 44, replied
the editor, modestly, but considering
the difficulties arising out of the last
campaign, I have about concluded to
get a Winchester.
The Actress—Oh, dear! I've broken
my ear ring. What shall I do?
The Manager—Send for a glazier.
Prisoner—So yez say T must hang to
morrer?
Jailer—There’s no help for it.
Prisoner—Say, my life is insured for
310,000, and if yez lets me go the money
is yours.
Not Uncommon.—“Do you employ
your man Rastus by the month or day?’’
“Well, with Rastus, it’s sort of both.
I employ him to do a day’s work now
and then, but it always takes him a
month to do it.”
Cora (proudly)—My new lover, Mr.
Jimpson, has a stage air, hasn't he?
Dora—Yes, papa says he used to drive
one.
He (seriously)—Do you think yonr
father would object to my marrying
you?
8he —I don’t know. If he’s anything
like me he would.
“I’ll wait till you are at leiHure,” said
a caller to the editor.
“I’m afraid I’ll be of no use to you
when I’m dead.” replied the editor.
Teacher—You may answer. Tommy
Jones. Why do birds fly?
Tommy Jones—’Cause they ain’t such
fools as to walk when they don’t her
ter.
Foreman—Old Jones joined church
last night.
Editor—Good! Make out a bill for
seven years subscription with interest at
8 per cent. I guess he’ll pay up now.
Foreman—You’re off ’here. When I
left, he was singing at the top of his
voice: “Religion’s paid it all—all the
debt I owe!”
The Front Pew— Who is that man
over there who is always singing, “I’m
bound for the promised land?”
The Back Pew—That’s Jones. He’s
in the newspaper business, and the whole
congregation is in arrears to him.
It lias just come to light on the wire
grass excursionists, and is told by a lady.
A couple of them, whose identity and
residence are unknown, walked together
in the middle of the street. At last one
of them proposed with every indication
of earnestness, “Look-a-here, Bill, let's
get up there on that hearth, everybody
is a-walking on it.” Bill assented, and
they forthwith stepped carefully upon
the brick pavement and walked as though
treading on egg shells.
“■Where are you going, my dear old
maid?”
“I’m looking for a man,” she said.
“Will you take me my dear old maid?”
“Yes; anybody, Lord!” she said.
. Citizen—That last murder is the talk
of the town. Everybody seems excited.
Reporter—Every t>ody ?
Citizen—Of course, I mean everybody
except the police.
Savannah, Ga., March 25,1889.
Messrs. Lippman Bros. :
I was suffering with weakness and gen
eral debility, being almost incapacitated
from attending to my business. I
forced to call on Dr. Whitehead for treat
ment. He at^once put me on P. P. P.
(Prickly Poke Root and Potassium), and
after taking two or three bottles my
health improved, and, although suffering
for some time with general weakness, de
bility and catarrh, am now comparatively a
well man.
F. B. FORK ER.
With Cornwell & Chipman.